You Are My Sunshine: A Novel Of The Holocaust (All My Love Detrick Companion Novel) by Roberta Kagan Page A
Authors: Roberta Kagan
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cheek.
“We must attend the wedding or there will be problems…suspicions.” Heidi took his hand in hers and held it for a moment.
“Yes, I suppose we must.” He said nodding. This was the day he’d thought about since Christa was young, the day he would give her away. And now, look at her choice of men. It turned his stomach. Poor Heidi, she would do anything, say anything for the safety of her loved ones. She’d always been a good devoted wife and mother. He patted her shoulder again. But he believed that a man’s character was more important than his safety or even his life. Thomas walked to his bedroom at the back of the house. Locking the door behind him, he picked up the phone.
“This is Doctor Thomas Henkener.” He said, his voice low, almost a whisper.
“Yes I’ve been waiting for your call since you came to see me.” A gravely male voice answered.
“I have given the matter that we discussed last week a great deal of thought. And I have decided that I would like to volunteer to help the underground. I want to do what I can to help as many Jews as possible to leave Germany. I will give money for those who do not have enough to leave.”
“I must ask you, because I must be sure. Are you are aware of the danger?”
“Yes.”
“And you still choose to do this?”
“I do. I must.” Dr. Henkener said.
Chapter 6
Warsaw Poland November 1938
Seventeen-year-old Zofia Weiss braided her thick black hair. She was getting ready to leave for school. Her deep burgundy dress was made of coarse wool and she wore heavy black stockings. Soon her best friend Lena would arrive and they would walk the two miles together. After she looked in the mirror satisfied with her appearance, Zofia put on her heavy coat, wool scarf, and hat. November in Warsaw was bitterly cold.
A single knock at the door, so as not to awaken Zofia’s mother who had been ill, and Zofia stepped outside to greet Lena.
“I baked th ese last night. I brought you one.” Zofia handed Lena a roll wrapped in brown paper.
“Thanks , how did you know I was hungry?” Lena said. She was a heavyset girl with a warm smile. The two had been best friends since they were toddlers.
“I guessed,” They both laughed.
“It’s freezing.” Lena said as she pulled her scarf tighter around her neck.
“Yes, it certainly is.”
“ Zofia, is that lipstick you’re wearing?”
“No.” Zofia answered turning her face away.
“Yes it is . Where did you get that?”
“I’m not wearing lipstick.”
“Don’t lie to me. I know you better than anyone.”
They both laughed. “Alright, so maybe I am.”
“Don’t tell me. You’re still crushing on Mr. Taylor?”
“I never said I was crushing on him.”
“You didn’t have to. Every time we are in music class and he plays that crazy American jazz your face turns as red as a ripe apple.”
“I just like the jazz.”
“And they way he looks when his long hair is falling over his forehead as he sits at the piano, I look over and your eyes light up like the candles on my mama’s menorah.”
“Well, you do have to admit he’s wildly attractive.”
“And American.”
“Yes.” Zofia said “And American.”
“But, he is too old for you. And besides, he is our teacher. Nothing can come of this. I hate to see you get hurt.”
“Perhaps you’re right .” Zofia’s stretched her fingers. They were uncomfortably cold as she held her books. “But he is still fun to look at.”
“ Yes he certainly is.” Lena said as she finished the last crumb of her roll.
Chapter 7
Donald Taylor sat at the piano in front of his class. He played a wild rendition of a popular American song. As his voice crooned the seductive blues melody, he gazed out at the students. There was no doubt that the girls were swooning over him. Their glazed over eyes and sensuous smiles brought him to heights of ecstasy. And, that was why he’d come here to Poland. In America, he’d been little
“We must attend the wedding or there will be problems…suspicions.” Heidi took his hand in hers and held it for a moment.
“Yes, I suppose we must.” He said nodding. This was the day he’d thought about since Christa was young, the day he would give her away. And now, look at her choice of men. It turned his stomach. Poor Heidi, she would do anything, say anything for the safety of her loved ones. She’d always been a good devoted wife and mother. He patted her shoulder again. But he believed that a man’s character was more important than his safety or even his life. Thomas walked to his bedroom at the back of the house. Locking the door behind him, he picked up the phone.
“This is Doctor Thomas Henkener.” He said, his voice low, almost a whisper.
“Yes I’ve been waiting for your call since you came to see me.” A gravely male voice answered.
“I have given the matter that we discussed last week a great deal of thought. And I have decided that I would like to volunteer to help the underground. I want to do what I can to help as many Jews as possible to leave Germany. I will give money for those who do not have enough to leave.”
“I must ask you, because I must be sure. Are you are aware of the danger?”
“Yes.”
“And you still choose to do this?”
“I do. I must.” Dr. Henkener said.
Chapter 6
Warsaw Poland November 1938
Seventeen-year-old Zofia Weiss braided her thick black hair. She was getting ready to leave for school. Her deep burgundy dress was made of coarse wool and she wore heavy black stockings. Soon her best friend Lena would arrive and they would walk the two miles together. After she looked in the mirror satisfied with her appearance, Zofia put on her heavy coat, wool scarf, and hat. November in Warsaw was bitterly cold.
A single knock at the door, so as not to awaken Zofia’s mother who had been ill, and Zofia stepped outside to greet Lena.
“I baked th ese last night. I brought you one.” Zofia handed Lena a roll wrapped in brown paper.
“Thanks , how did you know I was hungry?” Lena said. She was a heavyset girl with a warm smile. The two had been best friends since they were toddlers.
“I guessed,” They both laughed.
“It’s freezing.” Lena said as she pulled her scarf tighter around her neck.
“Yes, it certainly is.”
“ Zofia, is that lipstick you’re wearing?”
“No.” Zofia answered turning her face away.
“Yes it is . Where did you get that?”
“I’m not wearing lipstick.”
“Don’t lie to me. I know you better than anyone.”
They both laughed. “Alright, so maybe I am.”
“Don’t tell me. You’re still crushing on Mr. Taylor?”
“I never said I was crushing on him.”
“You didn’t have to. Every time we are in music class and he plays that crazy American jazz your face turns as red as a ripe apple.”
“I just like the jazz.”
“And they way he looks when his long hair is falling over his forehead as he sits at the piano, I look over and your eyes light up like the candles on my mama’s menorah.”
“Well, you do have to admit he’s wildly attractive.”
“And American.”
“Yes.” Zofia said “And American.”
“But, he is too old for you. And besides, he is our teacher. Nothing can come of this. I hate to see you get hurt.”
“Perhaps you’re right .” Zofia’s stretched her fingers. They were uncomfortably cold as she held her books. “But he is still fun to look at.”
“ Yes he certainly is.” Lena said as she finished the last crumb of her roll.
Chapter 7
Donald Taylor sat at the piano in front of his class. He played a wild rendition of a popular American song. As his voice crooned the seductive blues melody, he gazed out at the students. There was no doubt that the girls were swooning over him. Their glazed over eyes and sensuous smiles brought him to heights of ecstasy. And, that was why he’d come here to Poland. In America, he’d been little
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